Pride at its pure form

Heard mass this morning at St. Paul the Apostle Church along Timog. We were seated along the driveway on mononblock chairs. Right in fromt of us was an old lady who stood out of the usual churchgoers because of her clothes and unclipped toenails. I decided to give the money i usually drop in the collection bag and give to her instead. I told myself my support goes to a more deserving recipient. I then asked my sister to hand it to her. When she did, the lady insisted on selling the vegetables she had with her. We insisted that we were simply giving the money to her as help but she said she was ashamed not to give us anything. My mother decided to get a few pieces of pipino instead of the saba bananas. The lady even said she had no change. My sis said she can keep all and she was very grateful. And i too were very grateful to the Lord for appearing to me, to us thru this lady.